"Is there someone in the closet?" Wan Yankang's first reaction was that the thief who came tonight was hiding here.
However, he was not sure whether his mother knew who was coming, or was forced to do so, or...
Wan Yankang forced himself to be quiet, pulled up a stool and sat at the table, "Mom, it seems like it's been a long time since I've had a good conversation with you."
"Especially in the past few years, as the children have grown up, they are either busy learning martial arts from their masters or going out to do errands with their father. Instead, they have fewer opportunities to be alone with their mother."
Bao Xiruo didn't know what his son wanted to say, but he glanced in the direction of the closet from time to time, fearing that Yang Tiexin in the closet would be discovered by his son. He also thought about whether they should let their father and son recognize each other. For a moment,
Bao Xiruo was at a loss and extremely conflicted.
Wanyankang pretended to be casual, bent down and picked up the iron gun on the ground, "Mom, am I your biological son?"
"Of course, why do you say such silly things?" Bao Xiruo felt that his son was weird, "Kang'er, what's wrong with you today?"
"I've asked you a lot of questions since I was a child, but you never answered me." Wan Yankang suddenly looked lonely as he thought of something.
"For example, why do you like living in a house like this? Where did you get these things from? Why haven't I seen you and dad together for so many years?"
"For another example, if the word 'Tiexin Yang' is engraved on this gun, then there is a person named Yang Tiexin. Who is he?"
The more Wanyankang asked, the more excited he became. Finally, he stood up excitedly with an iron gun in his hand, looking slightly angry, like a child who had been greatly wronged.
Bao Xiruo stared blankly at the son in front of him, as if he had just realized today that his son had grown up, and now he had to raise his head to look at his face.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly sat down at the table, "Kang'er, do you really want to know the reason?" Bao Xiruo said calmly.
"Mom, just tell the child. The child is almost eighteen years old." Wan Yankang saw that the mother clearly wanted to tell him, so he hurriedly asked.
Bao Xiruo sighed softly, raised his head and looked out through the translucent window, as if he could see far, far away.
"That was eighteen years ago, on a snowy and windy night, in Niujia Village outside Lin'an City in the Song Dynasty..."
Bao Xiruo's low and slow voice seemed to be telling a story that had nothing to do with him.
Wanyankang listened quietly, but his eyes opened wider and wider, shocked, sad, suspicious...
"Mom, this is one of the two daggers you mentioned in your story." Wan Yankang pulled out a dagger from his boot and took it out of the sheath. The word "Guo Jing" was engraved on the dagger.
He suddenly remembered that the man he was discussing in the hall just now and the man he was fighting with outside today was named "Guo Jing", wasn't he?
It turns out that all of this is true.
Wanyankang completely believed this story, but how could he accept it all?
"Kang'er, Mom didn't tell you before. Firstly, it was because you were still young and Mom didn't want you to carry too many things. Secondly, Mom thought your biological father was no longer around. She didn't expect that he... he was still alive.
In the world."
"My biological father? Is that the name on this iron gun, 'Yang Tiexin'?" Wan Yankang stroked the rusty iron gun.
Bao Xi weakly nodded, tears streaming down again.
"Mom, it's very late. You should go to bed early." Wanyankang gradually regained his composure, stood up, pretended to walk out with an iron gun. Suddenly he turned around, yin and yang combined, and rushed toward the closet with a "stick in the sky"
The door pierced through.
"Stop it," Bao Xiruo shouted to stop him when he saw his son stabbing the closet with a gun.
"So my mother knew that there was someone in the closet?" Wan Yankang was just trying to make a fool of himself, but he never thought that his mother actually hid someone in the room without telling him.
At this time, Yang Tiexin also pushed open the cabinet door and walked out of the closet.
"It's you, how could it be you?" Wan Yankang recognized him at a glance. This was "Mu Yi" who was setting up a "fighting competition to recruit a bride" on the street today.
"Brother Tie, why did you come out? What should we do?" Bao Xiruo hurried forward and grabbed Yang Tiexin's arm tightly.
"That move just now was the 'Yang Family Spear', right? It was taught by your master, Taoist Master Qiu. Your master is very skilled in martial arts and is proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons, but when it comes to this 'Yang Family Spear',
It has always been said that 'it is passed down from within to outsiders, from son to daughter', and there are many subtleties that only the direct bloodline of the Yang family can learn."
"Kang'er, this is your biological father, your real name is 'Yang Kang'." Bao Xiruo said.
"No, you lied to me, I don't believe it."
A story is a story. When he really saw a strange man standing in front of him and said that this was his biological father, Wan Yankang suddenly lost control of his emotions.
Reason tells myself that all of this is true, but have these eighteen years of living been false?
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it. I'm going to ask dad. By the way, I can also ask dad. Daddy will definitely not lie to me..."
Wanyankang was talking incoherently and was in a daze. He threw away the iron gun, opened the door and ran out like a madman.
"Kang'er——" Bao Xiruo fell on the chair again.
"Brother Tie, what should we do?" Bao Xiruo looked confused.
"Forget it, it's understandable that the child can't accept this fact for a while. I, Yang Tiexin, can still see you and the child in my lifetime, and I have no regrets in this life. I, I'm leaving." Yang Tiexin was cruel.
He said cruelly, then turned around and left.
"Brother Tie, I thought you were dead before. I married Wanyan Honglie for the sake of my children. I know I'm sorry for you. Now, since I know you are still alive, I will not stay in this place anymore. Are you willing to take me away?"
?"
Yang Tiexin was naturally willing, holding the iron gun in one hand and holding Bao Xiruo in the other, opening the door and walking out.
By this time, there was already a fight in the front yard.
It turned out that Guo Mo and Huang Rong once again visited Prince Zhao's Mansion at night. As soon as they flew up the wall, they found that the entire Prince Zhao's Mansion was noisy, with groups of soldiers passing through, searching everywhere in the front yard and back yard, and listening to people's voices from time to time.
Someone shouted: "Don't let the drug thieves escape."
Guo and Huang were stunned and looked at each other, where are they? Someone came to steal medicine again? They would never have thought that they were discovered by Prince Zhao's Mansion after they had been gone for more than two hours.
The two talented people were very daring, especially after using snake gallbladder and snake blood respectively. Their internal skills had obviously improved, and they were looking for an opponent to test. The two jumped off the wall and went straight to the front yard.
Halfway through, I met a patrol team.
Before Guo Mo could make a move, Huang Rong jumped over first, her hands flying like butterflies flying through flowers. In the blink of an eye, a team of five people stood there, unable to move.
"Miss Huang, is this acupuncture technique?" Guo Mo was not only shocked, but actually quite envious.
"How about it, Brother Guo, compared to you who can only knock people out, isn't this much better?" Huang Rong showed off her achievements.
“Can this girl’s ‘orchid acupoint brushing hand’ still attract the attention of Brother Guo?”